Bound by the Silver Omen

um hi i don't think people will really love this but who cares . right this is prisoner of Azkaban but with my own og events ok

this is the prologue:
The Knight Bus didn't just howl through the London fog; it tore through the quiet, polite version of Harry Potter that the world expected. As the purple engine roared, Harry felt a reckless energy thrumming in his veins-a desperate need to stop being a hero and start being the one who chooses his own fate.
In the heat of the Divination tower, the "Grim" didn't look like a dog to him. It looked like a shadow-his shadow-finally catching up to the pale, silver-haired boy who had spent three years running from him. While the rest of the class trembled at the omen of death, Harry's pulse quickened as he watched the way Draco's pale fingers trailed over the leather spines of his books. He could reach out. He could touch him. Instead, he simply breathed, his warmth ghosting over the back of Draco's neck in the silence of the library.
Draco froze. He didn't turn around. He knew.
"I know you're there, Potter," Draco whispered, his voice barely a thread in the dark. "I've felt you following me since September."
Harry shed the Invisibility Cloak, the silver fabric pooling at his feet like water. He didn't move closer, but his presence filled the narrow aisle, looming over the smaller boy with a sudden, heavy intensity.
"And yet you haven't told anyone," Harry said, his voice a low, rough vibration. "You haven't run. You just keep leading me into the dark, Draco. Why is that?"
Draco finally turned, his back hitting the bookshelf, his eyes wide and shimmering with a fear that looked hauntingly like hope. He was trapped between the knowledge of who they were supposed to be and the reality of what Harry was becoming to him: an obsession he could no longer fight.

ok that was the prologue anyways and pls don't copy this with out my permission